Bucky Pizzarelli gave so generously of his sound, his melodic intelligence, his wit, his swing. We could be forgiven for thinking we would always have him. Here are two versions of TRES PALABRAS from the Atlanta Jazz Party, memorable in their quiet simple intensity.
2014, accompanying and supporting Rebecca Kilgore, the two of them sending messages of love and loss to an absolutely hushed room:
I’ve headed this sad post with a photograph of Bucky laughing, because that is how I remember him on the few occasions where we got to speak. He was joyous and he shared his joys with us.
TRES PALABRAS, translated, “Bless Bucky Pizzarelli.”
I am omitting my customary closing: there isn’t much happiness to increase. Perhaps tomorrow?